It's summer, so there's a lot of variety of local vegetables.

But when it comes to making dumplings, there are actually so many kinds of dumplings.

After discussing for a while, the two decided to wrap the cabbage filling.

After all, seasonal vegetables are the taste of the public, and everyone is used to eating them.

Two catties of pork belly were put in.

Han Fangcao was reluctant at first.

"Put it all in, it's rare to eat fresh pork once." Dongshu said so, and while speaking, she took the meat and went to chop the stuffing.

I have a lot of strength, so it's not a problem to chop the stuffing.

Han Fangcao was still distressed, but after thinking about it, their family is not bad for meat, and the salted meat has been marinated in several jars.

It's not bad to marinate this bit of meat again.

It's just that I'm used to saving it, in the past, when I stir-fried vegetables, Mrs. Wang put a finger-wide meat or a two-finger-wide piece of meat into the dish, and it would be good for the men in the family to eat a bite.

On a woman's table, you can smell it.

Nowadays, it is not easy to make Han Fangcao suddenly extravagant.

But after thinking about it in the end, I agreed.

There is no shortage of meat at home, Wang Yongnian and Dongshu are both growing their bodies.

There's always nothing wrong with putting more meat.

Dongshu chopped the meat, and Han Fangcao began to wash the cabbage, clean up the others, and by the way, poured some water on the vegetables in the backyard.

Because there is a kitchen knife at home, if Dongshu chops the stuffing, Han Fangcao can't chop the vegetables anymore.

Fortunately, Dongshu contracted with one force.

Seeing Dongshu's knife technique flying fast, Han Fangcao pondered in her heart for a while.

When did the girl become so powerful?

I thought about it for a long time and didn't figure it out, so I finally gave up.

The two of them went into battle, and the speed was still very fast.

Especially after the stuffing is chopped, the speed is much faster.

However, when the noodles were finally made, Han Fangcao was not willing to use all white noodles.

There is only so much white flour at home, and it is mixed with cornmeal at the end.

Fortunately, the cornmeal is also finely ground, and it is not bad to mix some coarse grains, Dongshu did not object.

After wrapping the dumplings, the two of them cleaned up the house together.

When the sun set, Dongshu and Han Fangcao began to cook dumplings.

Wang Zhimin came back early.

Probably because of the good food recently, full work is no longer a problem for Wang Zhimin.

Although I went to the field in the afternoon, I floated hard, but I didn't delay my work.

Now when he came back, looking at the chimney at home smoking, Wang Zhimin smiled.

Dumplings with minced meat.

Thinking about it is about to come down with saliva.

Wang Yongnian went out for a run in the afternoon, but he came back early in the evening.

didn't need Dongshu to remind him, so he honestly washed himself, and then sat in the hall with a small bench, waiting for the dumplings to come out of the pot.

Wang Zhimin came back and washed it.

Covered in mud on the ground, plus sweaty in the hot weather, it is really not decent not to wash your body.

After washing, the dumplings are almost ready.

I said before that I would send dumplings to Mrs. Wang, but it was not appropriate to send Wang Yongnian at this time.

The old house was very chaotic, and Han Fangcao was afraid that Mrs. Wang would bully another child, so she had to let Wang Zhimin go.

Fortunately, because of eating meat, Wang Zhimin is still obedient.

Plus it's his own parents, what if he doesn't go?

So, in the end, I resigned myself to my fate and took the dumplings and walked to the old house.

I met on the way, and I talked by the way.

Han Fangcao is not stingy.

A large bowl full of sea.

There is a lot of it, and the people in the village are envious when they look at it, and the dumplings have meat at a glance, and they are fragrant with meat.

Thinking about it again, Wang Zhimin's family was thanked by the People's Liberation Army, and they gave something, so it would be a little meaty.

"Zhimin, what about going to the old house?"

……

I met it on the way, everyone asked.

After asking, he sighed.

Who would have thought that there would be a great character in the lazy family.

Mrs. Wang was originally angry in her heart.

As a result, I saw Wang Zhimin come to deliver a bowl of dumplings in the evening.

Mrs. Wang has lived so long, how can she not tell whether it is meat dumplings or vegetarian dumplings.

I want to open my mouth to teach a few words, but I feel that I don't have any identity position now.

is separated, people live their own lives, they manage too much, and after they don't say well, they turn against each other.

This is still in the afternoon, Old Man Wang said.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Wang glanced at Wang Zhimin, took the dumplings, and didn't say more.

Wang Zhimin didn't want to be bored, so he just shouted: "Then I'll go back first, Fangcao is still waiting for me." ”

Old man Wang snorted, which was a response.

Wang Zhimin didn't care whether Mrs. Wang responded or not, turned around and walked back quickly.

Zhao Xiaoshuang was still cooking at this time, smelling this big bowl of dumplings and swallowing quietly.

Wang Yongxin saw that there were dumplings to eat, and there might be meat, so he had already run to Mrs. Wang's side.

Although Lin Qiuyue and the others have moved to the East Chamber, they can't hear the news of the hall for the first time.

But Wang Zhimin came over with a bowl of dumplings in his hand, and they could still see it.

Lin Qiuyue reacted so quickly, and immediately sent the little son in her hand over.

"Find your milk and eat meat." The child is small, and she has been entangled in the past, and Mrs. Wang can't do anything, not to mention that this is still her favorite little grandson.

If she doesn't hurt, who does?

Lin Qiuyue patted it, the child was not sensible, and as soon as he heard about the food, he immediately ran over.

Liu Caifeng also watched it just now, but before she could say it, Wang Yonghe had already run to the hall quickly.

When you eat meat like this, you don't have enough energy, and you are still waiting for others to remind you?

Silly or not.

Liu Caifeng saw that Wang Yonghe was not left behind, and nodded with satisfaction.

Wang Julan sat on the side and rolled her eyes.

Mrs. Wang's bowl of dumplings is too busy.

This grandson wants a bite, and that grandson wants to take a bite too.

As a grandmother, it's impossible not to give.

One bite left and one bite right, I can't look at it, whose little black hand still touches it.

In the end, except for Old Man Wang, who ate one, Mrs. Wang didn't eat a bite.

But looking at the food eaten by a few children, it was full of meat, and Mrs. Wang couldn't help but take a sip: "What a loser." ”

This is complaining, Han Fangcao actually put so much meat, and she doesn't know how to live.

It's a pity that Han Fangcao is not there and can't hear it.

At this time, Dongshu's family was eating around the kang.

One bowl per person, no one should fight for it.

Anyway, the amount is very large, I can't finish eating, and when I get up early tomorrow morning, I can still heat it up or fry it in oil.

Of course, if you fry it in oil, Han Fangcao is unlikely to agree.

Too oil-intensive.

"Sister, it's delicious." Wang Yongnian took a bite and immediately squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

In fact, there is also half of the vegetable meat inside, and there is not so much meat.

It's just that for this era, this is already a very luxurious dumpling.

"Then eat more, but don't eat too much, don't break your stomach." Dongshu stroked Wang Yongnian's head and said with a smile.

Wang Yongnian answered, and then he muttered.

Wang Zhimin did not speak.

He wants to be a Buddhist father who eats meat quietly!